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Chapter 4 should be out next Tuesday.","writing":"Max hopped out of bed with the kind of excitement she usually had to watch early cartoons. Though given the young rat's energetic and outgoing nature, her excitement only wavered whenever her mother had her do something. Before yesterday, Max thought her mom was a bore. Always so prissy, telling her she should be going by `Maxine' instead of Max, and refusing to buy her sugary cereals because `she had enough energy already' or something like that. That all changed when her mother gave her the key to her brother's chastity cage, claiming that she owned his cock. \n\n Reaching over to the key on her dresser, she found a folded up piece of paper. Unfurling it revealed a message from her mother:\n\n[i]Maxine, while I know this is all a lot to take it, you need to be more responsible with this key. I noticed you left it on the kitchen table last night. I expected you to come and grab it after your father and I cleaned up, but you never came. Your brother still doesn't understand his place yet. If he found that key, he could have gotten out. So put this somewhere safe that he can't find it for now. I'll happily take it if you want, but you know as well as I that you're too stubborn to just hand it over. So be responsible.[/i]\n\n[i]Love, Mom.[/i]\n\n[i]P.S. I'm serious about putting it where he can't find it.[/i] \n\nThe young rat rolled her eyes at her mother's note. Even when she's not talking the woman had a knack for sounding smug. Eyeing her brother's key, now dangling from the chain in her hand, she sighed. Her mom was right, she needed to take better care of this. \n\nGrabbing her jeans from yesterday and picking out a red short-sleeved shirt, the young rat pocketed her key, figuring she could find a good hiding spot later. Racing from her room, she pushed open the door to her brother's room with the full intent of jumping on his face for a morning licking, something she planned on making a habit in their new relationship.\n\n``Morning slave-'' she tripped over her tail and somersaulted across the carpet into her brother's room. Catching herself, she stood up hoping to see her older brother still in bed, probably waking up confused. Instead, she found Julian off of his bed, already dressed in boys clothes he shouldn't have, and brushing his teeth.\n\n``Hi Max,'' he said, spitting into the sink, ``You break your head?''\n\nShe pointed to her older brother, legs spread apart and hands on her hip, ``How dare you talk to your owner in such a manner!''\n\nHe shrugged, ``Sorry, Mistress Max,'' he said without conviction, ``Is there anything I can help you with?''\n\nSquinting eerily at her brother, the young rat stepped up to him, ``Why are you taking this so calmly? I have the key to your cock.''\n\nHe laughed, leading the rat to grit her teeth as he talked, ``Cause I know you, Max. Sooner or later, you're going to get bored of this whole thing, and I'll get my dick back. I may be timid, but I have patience.''\n\nThat wasn't true. She didn't just drop things when she got bored. Sure she did it with dance, but that's because they kept teaching things like ballet and she hated wearing a tutu. Then there was soccer, but they kicked her out because she liked sliding too much. And maybe she couldn't stand girl scouts because some girls were too busy complaining about being outdoors instead of...she blinked. \n\n[i]Oh crap. I do quit quickly.[/i]\n\nShe despised the smugness on his face as he brushed past her, ``So yeah, I give this a week tops until you're bored.''\n\nShe grabbed his shirt, the shirt she knew she didn't pick out for him. Gripping it tight, she turned to him with a forceful smile, ``Did I say you could get dressed?''\n\n``What? Max don't think you can-''\n\n``Did,'' she interrupted, pulling the shirt harder until it started to stretch, ``I say you could get dressed, slave?''\n\nThat bravado seeped away as she held him, ``N-no, Miss.''\n\n``And I thought you threw out all your boy clothes? What are these? Cause I certainly didn't have mom buy these?''\n\n``Well, I just figured I'd keep these until it all blew-''\n\n``Strip,'' she let go, standing back straight in front of him, ``And bend over your bed.''\n\n``Max,'' he tried to smile but it came out nervous, ``Come on. You don't really think-''\n\n``Strip!'' she shouted, ``Or I'm telling mom that you already broke rule two.''\n\nShe saw the hesitation in his eyes. The young rat's harsh gaze didn't wane, staring into his fearful expression until her older brother gave in like the meek boy he was. Stripping himself of his clothes, he stood before her, naked safe for the cage over his cock. Max couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of her brother's prison. His balls forced through a small ring, just itching to be hit. \n\nBut she had other plans, ``I said, bend over on the bed, slave!'' she demanded. Trepidation covered every movement as Julian bent himself over his own bed, giving Max an ample view of his rat butt, ``Lift the tail.'' she ordered, hands gripping his cheeks as her brother slowly pulled his tail back up. Her claws dug into his flesh, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to let him know who owned his flat ass. \n\n``You know, mom told me that I'd need to discipline you. That a good slave first needs to understand what kind of punishments can happen if they don't follow the rules.''\n\nShe tapped her fingers across his cheeks, ``Remember how mom and dad don't believe in corporal punishment for kids? Well,'' she pulled back her hand, ``I think it's time we try that out!''\n\nWith full force, she slammed her bare hand across his right cheek. Smiling wide, any second she expected to hear him squeal in protest, begging her to stop. But she wouldn't stop, not till his ass on both cheeks was nice and red.\n\n``Um...'' he muttered, ``Is that it?''\n\nShe blinked, ``N-no!'' she said, ``I'm not stopping until you're red down here!'' she pulled back another swing, ``And you should thank me for each hit, slave!'' she yelled as she brought another slap on his left cheek. The hit didn't echo off the walls, and the only stung she felt was the palm of her hand.\n\n``Thank you, Miss.'' he said, completely unfazed by her strike. \n\nMax struck again and again, each slap harder than the last but doing nothing to her brother. She even tried using both hands at once, but in the end, the only thing that got hurt out of this was her own hands. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fists as she stared into the fruits of her labor. Sure, his butt was red, but Julian didn't seem to notice her hitting him. Was his ass just super durable? She stared at her hands, throbbing from the sting.\n\n[i]I'm too weak.[/i]\n\nShe needed something stronger to punish him. Looking back at his balls, hanging loose thanks to the weight of the cage, she pondered about kicking them as punishment. She asked mom and dad about that, but they both told her she wasn't ready to try that.\n\nNow's the time to ask why.\n\n``Y-your punishment is postponed, slave,'' she said, hands to her hips and standing tall, ``I need to speak with mom. Until then, you best wear the clothes we bought for you. Otherwise, I'll be adding to your punishment.''\n\nShe stomped off before he could respond, slamming the door behind her as she headed downstairs to find her mother. The curvy rat was easy to track, finding her in the living room working on a knitting project in between cleaning the house. Since it was the summer, only her, her mother, and Julian stayed home while dad worked. Normally Max would already be outside, playing with neighbor kids and showing boys that she could beat them at any game. She usually could, rarely losing in games of strength.\n\nHer brother's butt would not best her.\n\nMom smiled as she approached, ``Maxine, how are you this morning?''\n\n``Can I kick Julian in the balls?'' \n\nHer mother blinked, putting down her knitting needles before taking a deep breath, ``I'm sorry, can you repeat that, Maxine?''\n\n``Can I kick my brother in the balls?'' Max said again, crossing her arms as she stood her ground.\n\n``I see. So I didn't mishear you,'' she exhaled softly before looking her daughter straight in the eyes and asked, ``Why do you wish to do that?''\n\n``Because I want him to hurt!'' She slammed her foot down, ``He's already broken a rule. I tried spanking him but...'' she clenched her fists as she admitted it, ``But I'm too weak. I know boys are really sensitive down there, but you said I can't hit it yet. Well, I wanna know why so I can.''\n\nThe ticking of the wall clock filled the silence of the room as her mother stared down at her. The older rat smiled, ``You're showing remarkable restraint, Max,'' she said while patting her daughter's headfur. An unfamiliar warmth spread through Max's fur as she heard her mother call her by her nickname. While she didn't have a bad relationship with her mother, she tended to feel that the older rat was disappointed in how she acted. Her mother never said such things, but calling Max by her full name felt like it.\n\n``I suppose I should be giving you lessons. You can't be a good owner if you don't know the proper care of your slaves. That's what separates us from the vile owners who just toss their property when finished.'' she got up from her chair and held Max's hand, pulling her along to the bookcase under the stairs. \n\n``I was going to share this little secret when you were older, but I figured now is the perfect time, so long as you promise to never go in here without my supervision. Mine and mine alone, understand?''\n\nMax nodded. Her mother smiled, then pulled back a red book on the top shelf. Something clicked, and the bookcase shifted before sliding sideways into the wall. Max's mouth hit the floor. They had a secret room?! Her mother shushed her before she could squeal in excitement. \n\nOnly three steps separated Max from a room of leather and debauchery. Paddles, floggers, and gags lined the back wall, while several pieces of weird-looking furniture dotted the room. It wasn't super spacious, but nothing seemed to be bolted down to prevent anyone from moving freely if they wanted to.\n\n``You wouldn't believe how excited I was when our realtor showed us this,'' her mother said as she closed the bookcase behind them, ``A good school district, personal rooms for two children, and a secret room I could retrofit into a dungeon? It was practically a dream come true,'' she giggled, stepping over to the wall and grabbing a small leather paddle, ``Apparently, the previous owner used this room as a private study, lining the walls with liquor for his own amusement. Such a waste really, but some men are just too shortsighted.''\n\nMax nodded along without paying much attention. Instead, her gaze shifted around all the toys in the room, each one giving her a new idea of how to punish her brother. But, as much as she liked the surprise, why bring her here if all she wanted to do was kick Julian in the balls? \n\n``Mom...why are we here?''\n\n``Simple really,'' Her mother said, leaning against a wooden piece of furniture with leather padding that Max assumed one would lay on by their stomach, ``To properly punish your slave, you need to know how they feel. Almost every punishment I've done to your father is something I've tested to myself, to see if it's ok or safe. If you don't know the pain of your slave, then you could push too far without even knowing. You wouldn't wish to break Julian's balls by mistake, would you?''\n\nMax shook her head, ``But...I'm a girl. How am I supposed to test that out?''\n\n``By getting hit down there yourself.''\n\nShe blinked, ``But...I'm a girl. It wouldn't hurt me.''\n\n``Oh really?'' Her mother said, ``Why don't you stand straight and spread your legs if you're so sure.''\n\nShe gulped. Her mother knew something, and if the young rat and any guess it would definitely hurt. Max froze as her mother stepped forward, fear gripping her harder than she'd expected.\n\n``Oh,'' her mother cooed as she brushed her cheek, ``Where's my brave little tomboy? I thought you weren't afraid of anything?'' she teased, pinching those little cheeks as Max tried to hide her blush, ``If you're too afraid, you could always just ask me to punish your brother. Though I should warn you, an owner that doesn't maintain their own slaves commands little respect.''\n\nShe didn't want that. Her mother had dad to keep her preoccupied. Max swallowed her fear and spread her legs, ``I'm not af-''\n\nHer mother swung her foot quickly into Max's crotch mid-sentence. The young rat buckled from the pain coursing through her body, with ragged groans escaping her throat as she fell down. Smiling down at her with red eyes, her mother crouched down and ran a finger through her daughter's headfur, ``Shh. Take a deep breath, it'll pass faster for you.''\n\nShe crawled to her knees as the pain subsided, ``But...how?''\n\n``Well anyone would hurt if kicked in a sensitive area. Your pussy isn't invulnerable after all,'' her mother smiled as she helped Max up, ``With boys, it lasts a little longer and with more throbbing pain. I know of many ladies who keep their men in line with a good swift kick to the balls, and even men who enjoy it. Though I have a feeling your brother isn't one such person,'' \n\n``So, wouldn't it be the best thing to punish him with?'' \n\nHer mother's warm smile never left her face as she held both of Max's wrists, ``Maxine, your brother is bound to make many mistakes, and it doesn't take much to hurt his balls. I barely put any effort into your crotch. Do you think you're capable of holding back, or are you more likely to treat them like soccer practice?''\n\n``I can-''\n\n``Maxine,'' her mother stared down at her, red eyes burning through her, ``Be honest. Do you think you can hold back? Because, if his future owner is capable, I would love to have grandchildren someday.''\n\nMax puffed up her cheeks before exhaling in a huff, ``No,'' she said with defeat. The little rat knew she'd hit too hard eventually, and with something as important as his balls it seemed too big a risk. Besides, she didn't want to cripple her brother. Just punish him.\n\n``Good girl,'' her mother cooed, letting go of her daughter as she reached for her selection of paddles and floggers, ``Now, I do think there is a way you can properly punish your slave,''\n\n``As much as I abhor corporal punishment to my own children, slaves are a different story,'' her mother said as she ran a finger across a wooden paddle, taking a moment to circle every hole drilled into it, ``I've punished your father many times with a good spanking from the tools here. While I could just use my hand, there's something special about the grip of a paddle,'' she takes a smaller one off the wall, black and made of leather as she bends it in her grip, ``Would you like to try these on your brother?''\n\n``W-'' Max gulped as she eyed the strap in her mother's claws, ``Would I need to experience them on myself first?''\n\nHer mother nodded, ``That's correct, Maxine. I'm glad you've been paying attention,'' she flipped the small strap between her fingers, ``It is ultimately up to you, my dear. But if you desire to use Mommy's toys, then I expect you to drop to your bare bottom and lie down on the bondage bench.''\n\nScratching her arm, the rat's legs fidgeted as she looked over to the bench, then to the wall of spanking tools. She wanted to punish Julian. Not just because he broke the rules, but because he believed she wouldn't be interested long enough for his chastity to bother him. After getting the keys, her parent's relationship finally made sense. Max used to think her dad was just a weakling who gave in to whoever. But now she knew the power her mom had over him. Power that she wanted.\n\nShe took a deep breath and dropped her trousers and undies. The pain would be temporary.\n\nHer mother helped her onto the bench, being made for adults more than children. ``I'm so proud of you, my brave little girl.'' her mother said as she locked Max's wrists and ankles into cuffs and clipped those to the bench. She flinched as her mother's cold hand rubbed against her butt, ``Lift the tail, dear.''\n\nMax tried to keep it steady, but it kept falling back. She took another deep breath, realizing she'd been shaking against the leather cushions. Her mother tied some rope around her tail and looped it through a ring above her, leaving the little girl's butt bare.\n\n``Repeat after me; Green means ok, yellow means slow down, and red means stop.''\n\n``Green means ok, yellow means slow down, and red means stop,'' Max mumbled as she stared to the floor.\n\n``Very good. Those are your safewords. Only use them if you can't push any further,'' her mother said, slowly rubbing a wooden paddle against her butt, ``Now, I can't promise you this will be quick. I have a lot of different tools to try to give you as much of an experience as possible. Just remember that this is all to make you a better owner. Are you ready?''\n\nWith a heavy breath and a nod, Max braced for impact as the cold wood lifted off her bum. Seconds passed as she held her breath and closed her eyes, waiting desperately for that swing. It didn't come, the longer she waited, the more she wondered why, leaving her to relax for a moment.\n\nThen it came.\n\nShe heard the wind through the holes a mere half-second before it collided with her rump. The etches in the paddle burned into her skin as she squealed. Another came before she finished squeaking, hard and fast as her mother smacked again and again.\n\n``Red!'' she screamed, ``Red, red!''\n\nHer mother stopped. A gentle claw flowed through her hand, ``I figured you'd last longer, sweetie.''\n\nMax sniffed. She'd never been spanked before. As her ass stung against the open air, she knew why everyone at her school hated it whenever it was brought up. Tears in her eyes, the young rat looked sullen to the floor, ``Sorry.''\n\n``It's ok dear,'' her mother softly rubbed her hand across the stinging bottom of her daughter, ``It's just your first time. We can stop if you'd like.''\n\n``No,'' she sniffed, fists clenching in her cuffs, ``Julian needs to understand what happens if he breaks the rules.''\n\n``Did he break one?''\n\nShe nodded, ``He got dressed without my permission. And he wore boys' clothes.''\n\n``Boys' clothes?'' she sighed with disappointment, ``Your father has a lot to answer for when he gets home. That being said,'' she brought another swift strike down upon Max's cheeks, letting the little rat squeak, ``I'm proud of you for willing to push yourself so far, sweetie.'' \n\nHer mother leaned the paddle against the wall, leaving Max alone to ponder what tool she'd grab next, ``I always knew you'd make a great dominant one day. Too many just seek to punish without knowing the pain. But you,'' multiple leather strands smacked Maxine's reddened cheeks, ``You're well on your way.''\n\n***\n\nJulian could hear the squeals from downstairs. It wasn't like his sister to make those noises. He tried looking for her, but somehow she and his mother had disappeared throughout the house. Strangest of all, his mother left her knitting needles out in the open. \n\nSomething clicked behind him as he grabbed the needles. Turning around, the teenage rats' eyes open wide as the bookcase under the staircase slid open. Mom stepped out, followed by Max who was busy rubbing her butt with one hand and holding a small leather paddle in the other.\n\n``Julian, what did I say about holding mommy's needles?'' she said, prompting the boy to put them down and stand straight.\n\n``S-sorry mom. W-where did-''\n\nHis mother raised her palm and looked to Max, ``Keep standing until I get you some ice. It's been a while since I got to use them all, so I got a little carried away,'' she pinched the young rat on the cheeks, ``Proud of you,'' she uttered, leaving Max blushing as she left the two of them.\n\n``W-what happened?'' Julian asked before pointing to the closing bookcase, ``And what's behind there?'' \n\n``Nothing you need to worry about,'' Max grinned, ``Oh, and I've decided I'm not gonna kick your balls as punishment. But,'' she toyed with the paddle, ``When my butt is healed, your ass is next.''\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Max hopped out of bed with the kind of excitement she usually had to watch early cartoons. Though given the young rat's energetic and outgoing nature, her excitement only wavered whenever her mother had her do something. Before yesterday, Max thought her mom was a bore. Always so prissy, telling her she should be going by `Maxine' instead of Max, and refusing to buy her sugary cereals because `she had enough energy already' or something like that. That all changed when her mother gave her the key to her brother's chastity cage, claiming that she owned his cock.

 Reaching over to the key on her dresser, she found a folded up piece of paper. Unfurling it revealed a message from her mother:

Maxine, while I know this is all a lot to take it, you need to be more responsible with this key. I noticed you left it on the kitchen table last night. I expected you to come and grab it after your father and I cleaned up, but you never came. Your brother still doesn't understand his place yet. If he found that key, he could have gotten out. So put this somewhere safe that he can't find it for now. I'll happily take it if you want, but you know as well as I that you're too stubborn to just hand it over. So be responsible.

Love, Mom.

P.S. I'm serious about putting it where he can't find it.

The young rat rolled her eyes at her mother's note. Even when she's not talking the woman had a knack for sounding smug. Eyeing her brother's key, now dangling from the chain in her hand, she sighed. Her mom was right, she needed to take better care of this.

Grabbing her jeans from yesterday and picking out a red short-sleeved shirt, the young rat pocketed her key, figuring she could find a good hiding spot later. Racing from her room, she pushed open the door to her brother's room with the full intent of jumping on his face for a morning licking, something she planned on making a habit in their new relationship.

``Morning slave-'' she tripped over her tail and somersaulted across the carpet into her brother's room. Catching herself, she stood up hoping to see her older brother still in bed, probably waking up confused. Instead, she found Julian off of his bed, already dressed in boys clothes he shouldn't have, and brushing his teeth.

``Hi Max,'' he said, spitting into the sink, ``You break your head?''

She pointed to her older brother, legs spread apart and hands on her hip, ``How dare you talk to your owner in such a manner!''

He shrugged, ``Sorry, Mistress Max,'' he said without conviction, ``Is there anything I can help you with?''

Squinting eerily at her brother, the young rat stepped up to him, ``Why are you taking this so calmly? I have the key to your cock.''

He laughed, leading the rat to grit her teeth as he talked, ``Cause I know you, Max. Sooner or later, you're going to get bored of this whole thing, and I'll get my dick back. I may be timid, but I have patience.''

That wasn't true. She didn't just drop things when she got bored. Sure she did it with dance, but that's because they kept teaching things like ballet and she hated wearing a tutu. Then there was soccer, but they kicked her out because she liked sliding too much. And maybe she couldn't stand girl scouts because some girls were too busy complaining about being outdoors instead of...she blinked.

Oh crap. I do quit quickly.

She despised the smugness on his face as he brushed past her, ``So yeah, I give this a week tops until you're bored.''

She grabbed his shirt, the shirt she knew she didn't pick out for him. Gripping it tight, she turned to him with a forceful smile, ``Did I say you could get dressed?''

``What? Max don't think you can-''

``Did,'' she interrupted, pulling the shirt harder until it started to stretch, ``I say you could get dressed, slave?''

That bravado seeped away as she held him, ``N-no, Miss.''

``And I thought you threw out all your boy clothes? What are these? Cause I certainly didn't have mom buy these?''

``Well, I just figured I'd keep these until it all blew-''

``Strip,'' she let go, standing back straight in front of him, ``And bend over your bed.''

``Max,'' he tried to smile but it came out nervous, ``Come on. You don't really think-''

``Strip!'' she shouted, ``Or I'm telling mom that you already broke rule two.''

She saw the hesitation in his eyes. The young rat's harsh gaze didn't wane, staring into his fearful expression until her older brother gave in like the meek boy he was. Stripping himself of his clothes, he stood before her, naked safe for the cage over his cock. Max couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of her brother's prison. His balls forced through a small ring, just itching to be hit.

But she had other plans, ``I said, bend over on the bed, slave!'' she demanded. Trepidation covered every movement as Julian bent himself over his own bed, giving Max an ample view of his rat butt, ``Lift the tail.'' she ordered, hands gripping his cheeks as her brother slowly pulled his tail back up. Her claws dug into his flesh, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to let him know who owned his flat ass.

``You know, mom told me that I'd need to discipline you. That a good slave first needs to understand what kind of punishments can happen if they don't follow the rules.''

She tapped her fingers across his cheeks, ``Remember how mom and dad don't believe in corporal punishment for kids? Well,'' she pulled back her hand, ``I think it's time we try that out!''

With full force, she slammed her bare hand across his right cheek. Smiling wide, any second she expected to hear him squeal in protest, begging her to stop. But she wouldn't stop, not till his ass on both cheeks was nice and red.

``Um...'' he muttered, ``Is that it?''

She blinked, ``N-no!'' she said, ``I'm not stopping until you're red down here!'' she pulled back another swing, ``And you should thank me for each hit, slave!'' she yelled as she brought another slap on his left cheek. The hit didn't echo off the walls, and the only stung she felt was the palm of her hand.

``Thank you, Miss.'' he said, completely unfazed by her strike.

Max struck again and again, each slap harder than the last but doing nothing to her brother. She even tried using both hands at once, but in the end, the only thing that got hurt out of this was her own hands. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fists as she stared into the fruits of her labor. Sure, his butt was red, but Julian didn't seem to notice her hitting him. Was his ass just super durable? She stared at her hands, throbbing from the sting.

I'm too weak.

She needed something stronger to punish him. Looking back at his balls, hanging loose thanks to the weight of the cage, she pondered about kicking them as punishment. She asked mom and dad about that, but they both told her she wasn't ready to try that.

Now's the time to ask why.

``Y-your punishment is postponed, slave,'' she said, hands to her hips and standing tall, ``I need to speak with mom. Until then, you best wear the clothes we bought for you. Otherwise, I'll be adding to your punishment.''

She stomped off before he could respond, slamming the door behind her as she headed downstairs to find her mother. The curvy rat was easy to track, finding her in the living room working on a knitting project in between cleaning the house. Since it was the summer, only her, her mother, and Julian stayed home while dad worked. Normally Max would already be outside, playing with neighbor kids and showing boys that she could beat them at any game. She usually could, rarely losing in games of strength.

Her brother's butt would not best her.

Mom smiled as she approached, ``Maxine, how are you this morning?''

``Can I kick Julian in the balls?''

Her mother blinked, putting down her knitting needles before taking a deep breath, ``I'm sorry, can you repeat that, Maxine?''

``Can I kick my brother in the balls?'' Max said again, crossing her arms as she stood her ground.

``I see. So I didn't mishear you,'' she exhaled softly before looking her daughter straight in the eyes and asked, ``Why do you wish to do that?''

``Because I want him to hurt!'' She slammed her foot down, ``He's already broken a rule. I tried spanking him but...'' she clenched her fists as she admitted it, ``But I'm too weak. I know boys are really sensitive down there, but you said I can't hit it yet. Well, I wanna know why so I can.''

The ticking of the wall clock filled the silence of the room as her mother stared down at her. The older rat smiled, ``You're showing remarkable restraint, Max,'' she said while patting her daughter's headfur. An unfamiliar warmth spread through Max's fur as she heard her mother call her by her nickname. While she didn't have a bad relationship with her mother, she tended to feel that the older rat was disappointed in how she acted. Her mother never said such things, but calling Max by her full name felt like it.

``I suppose I should be giving you lessons. You can't be a good owner if you don't know the proper care of your slaves. That's what separates us from the vile owners who just toss their property when finished.'' she got up from her chair and held Max's hand, pulling her along to the bookcase under the stairs.

``I was going to share this little secret when you were older, but I figured now is the perfect time, so long as you promise to never go in here without my supervision. Mine and mine alone, understand?''

Max nodded. Her mother smiled, then pulled back a red book on the top shelf. Something clicked, and the bookcase shifted before sliding sideways into the wall. Max's mouth hit the floor. They had a secret room?! Her mother shushed her before she could squeal in excitement.

Only three steps separated Max from a room of leather and debauchery. Paddles, floggers, and gags lined the back wall, while several pieces of weird-looking furniture dotted the room. It wasn't super spacious, but nothing seemed to be bolted down to prevent anyone from moving freely if they wanted to.

``You wouldn't believe how excited I was when our realtor showed us this,'' her mother said as she closed the bookcase behind them, ``A good school district, personal rooms for two children, and a secret room I could retrofit into a dungeon? It was practically a dream come true,'' she giggled, stepping over to the wall and grabbing a small leather paddle, ``Apparently, the previous owner used this room as a private study, lining the walls with liquor for his own amusement. Such a waste really, but some men are just too shortsighted.''

Max nodded along without paying much attention. Instead, her gaze shifted around all the toys in the room, each one giving her a new idea of how to punish her brother. But, as much as she liked the surprise, why bring her here if all she wanted to do was kick Julian in the balls?

``Mom...why are we here?''

``Simple really,'' Her mother said, leaning against a wooden piece of furniture with leather padding that Max assumed one would lay on by their stomach, ``To properly punish your slave, you need to know how they feel. Almost every punishment I've done to your father is something I've tested to myself, to see if it's ok or safe. If you don't know the pain of your slave, then you could push too far without even knowing. You wouldn't wish to break Julian's balls by mistake, would you?''

Max shook her head, ``But...I'm a girl. How am I supposed to test that out?''

``By getting hit down there yourself.''

She blinked, ``But...I'm a girl. It wouldn't hurt me.''

``Oh really?'' Her mother said, ``Why don't you stand straight and spread your legs if you're so sure.''

She gulped. Her mother knew something, and if the young rat and any guess it would definitely hurt. Max froze as her mother stepped forward, fear gripping her harder than she'd expected.

``Oh,'' her mother cooed as she brushed her cheek, ``Where's my brave little tomboy? I thought you weren't afraid of anything?'' she teased, pinching those little cheeks as Max tried to hide her blush, ``If you're too afraid, you could always just ask me to punish your brother. Though I should warn you, an owner that doesn't maintain their own slaves commands little respect.''

She didn't want that. Her mother had dad to keep her preoccupied. Max swallowed her fear and spread her legs, ``I'm not af-''

Her mother swung her foot quickly into Max's crotch mid-sentence. The young rat buckled from the pain coursing through her body, with ragged groans escaping her throat as she fell down. Smiling down at her with red eyes, her mother crouched down and ran a finger through her daughter's headfur, ``Shh. Take a deep breath, it'll pass faster for you.''

She crawled to her knees as the pain subsided, ``But...how?''

``Well anyone would hurt if kicked in a sensitive area. Your pussy isn't invulnerable after all,'' her mother smiled as she helped Max up, ``With boys, it lasts a little longer and with more throbbing pain. I know of many ladies who keep their men in line with a good swift kick to the balls, and even men who enjoy it. Though I have a feeling your brother isn't one such person,''

``So, wouldn't it be the best thing to punish him with?''

Her mother's warm smile never left her face as she held both of Max's wrists, ``Maxine, your brother is bound to make many mistakes, and it doesn't take much to hurt his balls. I barely put any effort into your crotch. Do you think you're capable of holding back, or are you more likely to treat them like soccer practice?''

``I can-''

``Maxine,'' her mother stared down at her, red eyes burning through her, ``Be honest. Do you think you can hold back? Because, if his future owner is capable, I would love to have grandchildren someday.''

Max puffed up her cheeks before exhaling in a huff, ``No,'' she said with defeat. The little rat knew she'd hit too hard eventually, and with something as important as his balls it seemed too big a risk. Besides, she didn't want to cripple her brother. Just punish him.

``Good girl,'' her mother cooed, letting go of her daughter as she reached for her selection of paddles and floggers, ``Now, I do think there is a way you can properly punish your slave,''

``As much as I abhor corporal punishment to my own children, slaves are a different story,'' her mother said as she ran a finger across a wooden paddle, taking a moment to circle every hole drilled into it, ``I've punished your father many times with a good spanking from the tools here. While I could just use my hand, there's something special about the grip of a paddle,'' she takes a smaller one off the wall, black and made of leather as she bends it in her grip, ``Would you like to try these on your brother?''

``W-'' Max gulped as she eyed the strap in her mother's claws, ``Would I need to experience them on myself first?''

Her mother nodded, ``That's correct, Maxine. I'm glad you've been paying attention,'' she flipped the small strap between her fingers, ``It is ultimately up to you, my dear. But if you desire to use Mommy's toys, then I expect you to drop to your bare bottom and lie down on the bondage bench.''

Scratching her arm, the rat's legs fidgeted as she looked over to the bench, then to the wall of spanking tools. She wanted to punish Julian. Not just because he broke the rules, but because he believed she wouldn't be interested long enough for his chastity to bother him. After getting the keys, her parent's relationship finally made sense. Max used to think her dad was just a weakling who gave in to whoever. But now she knew the power her mom had over him. Power that she wanted.

She took a deep breath and dropped her trousers and undies. The pain would be temporary.

Her mother helped her onto the bench, being made for adults more than children. ``I'm so proud of you, my brave little girl.'' her mother said as she locked Max's wrists and ankles into cuffs and clipped those to the bench. She flinched as her mother's cold hand rubbed against her butt, ``Lift the tail, dear.''

Max tried to keep it steady, but it kept falling back. She took another deep breath, realizing she'd been shaking against the leather cushions. Her mother tied some rope around her tail and looped it through a ring above her, leaving the little girl's butt bare.

``Repeat after me; Green means ok, yellow means slow down, and red means stop.''

``Green means ok, yellow means slow down, and red means stop,'' Max mumbled as she stared to the floor.

``Very good. Those are your safewords. Only use them if you can't push any further,'' her mother said, slowly rubbing a wooden paddle against her butt, ``Now, I can't promise you this will be quick. I have a lot of different tools to try to give you as much of an experience as possible. Just remember that this is all to make you a better owner. Are you ready?''

With a heavy breath and a nod, Max braced for impact as the cold wood lifted off her bum. Seconds passed as she held her breath and closed her eyes, waiting desperately for that swing. It didn't come, the longer she waited, the more she wondered why, leaving her to relax for a moment.

Then it came.

She heard the wind through the holes a mere half-second before it collided with her rump. The etches in the paddle burned into her skin as she squealed. Another came before she finished squeaking, hard and fast as her mother smacked again and again.

``Red!'' she screamed, ``Red, red!''

Her mother stopped. A gentle claw flowed through her hand, ``I figured you'd last longer, sweetie.''

Max sniffed. She'd never been spanked before. As her ass stung against the open air, she knew why everyone at her school hated it whenever it was brought up. Tears in her eyes, the young rat looked sullen to the floor, ``Sorry.''

``It's ok dear,'' her mother softly rubbed her hand across the stinging bottom of her daughter, ``It's just your first time. We can stop if you'd like.''

``No,'' she sniffed, fists clenching in her cuffs, ``Julian needs to understand what happens if he breaks the rules.''

``Did he break one?''

She nodded, ``He got dressed without my permission. And he wore boys' clothes.''

``Boys' clothes?'' she sighed with disappointment, ``Your father has a lot to answer for when he gets home. That being said,'' she brought another swift strike down upon Max's cheeks, letting the little rat squeak, ``I'm proud of you for willing to push yourself so far, sweetie.''

Her mother leaned the paddle against the wall, leaving Max alone to ponder what tool she'd grab next, ``I always knew you'd make a great dominant one day. Too many just seek to punish without knowing the pain. But you,'' multiple leather strands smacked Maxine's reddened cheeks, ``You're well on your way.''

***

Julian could hear the squeals from downstairs. It wasn't like his sister to make those noises. He tried looking for her, but somehow she and his mother had disappeared throughout the house. Strangest of all, his mother left her knitting needles out in the open.

Something clicked behind him as he grabbed the needles. Turning around, the teenage rats' eyes open wide as the bookcase under the staircase slid open. Mom stepped out, followed by Max who was busy rubbing her butt with one hand and holding a small leather paddle in the other.

``Julian, what did I say about holding mommy's needles?'' she said, prompting the boy to put them down and stand straight.

``S-sorry mom. W-where did-''

His mother raised her palm and looked to Max, ``Keep standing until I get you some ice. It's been a while since I got to use them all, so I got a little carried away,'' she pinched the young rat on the cheeks, ``Proud of you,'' she uttered, leaving Max blushing as she left the two of them.

``W-what happened?'' Julian asked before pointing to the closing bookcase, ``And what's behind there?''

``Nothing you need to worry about,'' Max grinned, ``Oh, and I've decided I'm not gonna kick your balls as punishment. But,'' she toyed with the paddle, ``When my butt is healed, your ass is next.''

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